Brushstroke2

I just returned from seeing my shrink. It's that time of year-- gosh, holidays are so Janus-faced, aren't they? You're so happy to have a few days off, to see your family, to eat turkey and drink eggnog-- yet at the same time you dread the feeling that you're obligated to be of good cheer. And all those unspoken questions-- have you met anybody yet? How come you haven't a real job? To make things worse, my birthday is right after Christmas. I'm going to be 52! Incredible. 52, unmarried, living with parents, totally unsure whether my one-year contract will be renewed. I have an Ivy League education, 3 Masters degrees and a Ph.D. "To get a good job, get a good education."